The Doorway: a panfandom game

This world is a strange place. I have been recently following information on the election process here. Quite different from anything I've ever known, especially given the time that I am from and the place. It does make me wonder what people think of the current ruler of this country. The election process is quite fascinating. I think Sir Thomas Moore may have enjoyed seeing it in play.

Looking forward to seeing who turns out for the auditions today, especially since I know how much this means to Kurt.

That being said, if you could turn any movie into a Shakespeare-style play, which one would you go with?

[Piotr]

I think I'm finally ready to have the conversation you've been waiting for.

[Kurt]

I asked Piotr to talk. Depending on how it goes I may need a drinking buddy later.

I am having a little boy.

Now I don't know what to do. How do you handle boys?

Boy it's good to have my memory back.

Maybe I should not be asking such a question here; however, what do you all do for a pain in the head here? I can barely think straight.

Well, the baby in the other room appears to be mine. At least it is if the photos around this apartment are any indication.

The Queen has spoken.

( Cut for Image, not Filtered )

They tell you if you stay off of Tumblr you'll be safe, but for all new arrivals, that is a lie. In the meantime, you can be looking through Google News and because lightsabers is in your search history it thinks you want to see stuff like this.

There is a lot that I've more or less gotten used to, like seeing my Dad or Darth Vader everywhere, and that I've seen the faces of family in everything from cereal boxes to beach chairs - Rikki don't open those honey grahams with the Yoda faces cause I want them for this weekend okay? - but I honestly do not get how that slave bikini is one of the most iconic pictures of my mom here.

This is not something she chose to wear for sexy times with my Dad (that would be a different problematic - but mostly my issues). It's something that was put on her by a piece of Hutt slime for his pleasure, because he wanted her to know he owned her. It's not sexy (and I'm not just saying that because it's my mom). It is slavery. This photo plays off the image of an enslaved woman whose body is being sold for the pleasure of men. And I know, she's just a fictional character to them, but this world does have sex trafficking, and that is real, and there are women in this world that are impacted by it and it's not sexy. And this isn't either.

Also, I may have made as many stupid lightsaber jokes as the next hormonal teenage Jedi, but I can't look at that picture without being distracted by the fact that the lightsaber should be burning her head off. So. There's also that.

The moral to this story is... the Internet is dangerous even if you stay off of Tumblr. I haven't even had coffee yet.

[Filter: Jaina]

Ugh.

[OOC: TW: discussions of consent/nonconsent in comments]

Mom's gone.

The British are Coming, the British are Coming!

( To High Tea... )

When one is invited to attend high tea in this time, is it customary to bring something for the host? I've been researching but it appears that customs are different all around. I would greatly appreciate any insight.

Return email to Mr Jarvis & Ms Noble

Hello Sir and Ma'am,

I would be honoured to attend the High Tea celebration.

Thank you for the invitation, it was a most welcome surprise.

Lady Elizabeth Tudor

Filtered to Friends & Mary

Just so you know, it seems that Mama has returned home.

I feel like I'm going to echo many others here, but forgive me for not understanding. Those loud noises and from what they are saying on the news it sounded like we are under attack. I do not wish to alarm anyone, but do our teams here have plans for an attack if that's what this is?

How is an explosion different from canon fire?

( Message private to Anakin Solo )

( Filtered message to Elizabeth Tudor )

It's been some time since Easter so I thought I would extend the invitation now that some more new people have seemed to arrive and changes have happened. For any who would wish to attend Mass tomorrow morning, you are more than welcome to join us.

I was walking through the lobby this afternoon and noticed the pet adoption drive. I couldn't help but stop and I ended up taking these two lovely littie ladies home with me. Elizabeth, we'll have to think of names for them!

I wish I could have taken more of them home but there isn't enough room.

183 years ago, on the 5th of June 1832. General Jean Maximilien Lamarque funeral procession marked the beginning of the days in which I, and many others -- included my beloved friends, died.

pas de ne pleurent pour nous

3,000 citizens took to the streets of Paris in protest of the wealth of the state against the poverty of her people. In protest of the rampant sickness that plagued our streets without aid, in protest of the succession of kings, all deaf to the people upon home they leeched.

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It took 60,000 troops and 800 dead on both sides to spend the forces of the rebellion. But the loss of lives never marks the loss of hope. It would not be long before others followed us with great success, marking our sacrifices as few of the many who have died for liberty and the pursuit of fairness.

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Lives lost, hardships endured, violence begotten -- it always holds meaning. And what is right will always prevail over injustice. It may not happen quick, and when the bayonet is before you, your place might be to throw yourself upon its blade so that others can climb over your back, but it will come.

So do not mourn us.

Stand with us.

Hundreds of years have passed, the reign of kings has ended but there is still illness in your streets, New York, and there is a sickness in your highest towers that causes it. If this is the land of the free, as you are all so quick to claim. If this is the home of the brave, which you all hold your hearts in devotion to -- prove it. Change what you do not agree with, and sign your oath with your blood if you must.

My name is Qui-Gon Jinn. I am a jedi who arrived around three days ago now. I understand that there are others of my universe here, perhaps even other jedis. But no matter who you are, and what you call home, I welcome the opportunity to meet you.

Je tenais ma tête haute quand je affronté la mort. Je vais tenir ma tête haute quand je confronté l'impossible.

[Translation: I held my head high when I faced death, I will hold it high when I face the impossible]




[Grantaire]

This room, we're meant to share it but you are not here. Where are you?

Who: Anakin & Mary
When: 5 May, backdated but it's such a pretty, awesome log!
Where: Potts Tower, Mary's apartment
What: Mary learns about the Force and how to manipulate it, and Anakin plays Jedi Master to Mary!
Rating: Low
Status: COMPLETE



( Anakin plays Jedi Master to Mary Tudor )